Adrienne Clark Strachn

Momma Warned Me Poem by Adrienne Clark Strachn

Momma warned me to be carefulcareful of a man like youcharasmic, sweet, smooth talking, smart, mr. fine. mr. moviestarcome over here every night smelling so good, I could taste youthose perfect teeth, sly smile, lucious lips, mr. educatedshe warned me to be careful becauseyou would be too good to be trueand when you came around i would be tosmitten to see anything else but you.momma warned me to be careful, when you take me out you would even wine and dine mefood i couldn't even pronouceyou would be to good to be truemomma warned me, that you wouldbuy me gifts she would not be ableto give me, you'd be his posession, she would say, a constant smile would stay on my facehappiness accured with you aroundI thought you were my worldI wanted you around everydaybut then momma told me another thingthat if i let you make love to me, too fast too soon, you might go awayshe told me love you slowlybut i knew a good man like youwould not wait foreveryou were too good to be truewoman wanted you everywhereyou didn't have to wait for memomma warned me that i would be so taken by youthat i would not be able to say no, not now, maybe neveryou ignited that spark that had not been taken, atleast by youthere between my legs, my secret place, that i chose to give to youat the right timeyou was so good to me.atleast i thought you was, and you did too...momma warned me, i thought you loved me, atleast you said ita dozen times, though i heard you say itI didn't listen to momma though, just youthat spark, that gleam, I was so smitten, now i am here, our baby is hereyou are thereoh, you are there alright, nice to someone elsejust like you were to meI should have listen to momma

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This is a good and true Poem. Our Moma does warn us about men like these. I only wish mine was still here on this earth to still warn me even at a old age as I am. She passed on this April. I was blessed to have her so long. I miss her so. She was always giving me advise until just before she died. I just wish she could still warn me. Great Job.
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Momma knows best. It's just a shame we realize this after we don't listen to her advice. We're all guilty of this, I guess it's all part of growing up. Love the poem, it represents what many are to proud to admit.
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